Football Oneshots

Pedri - Pressure

"Come on, why won't you tell them?" Pedri asks as he helps me get snacks down from the top shelf.

"You really think I'm going to tell my two older brothers that their 19-year-old sister is dating a professional footballer?" I reply sarcastically.

Tonight is the Nation's League game, Spain versus Croatia. It just so happens that my two older brothers decided to come visit me in Barcelona the one week that Pedri and I finally have to ourselves.

Keeping this secret relationship from all of our friends for the past 6 months has been nothing but torture. I hate lying to them, but I have a feeling that most of them know already.

We decided to keep things private for now, until we tell our families. Our parents mean the world to us both, and we vowed never to tell a soul unless they know first. Of course, Pedri was first to give up and let it slip to his brother, Fer.

It was never a problem, and Fer and I always got along. But he is also friends with my eldest brother, Marco, since they're both the same age and became friends the last few time they visited. I was worried that Fer would accidentally tell Marco, but so far, he's done a good job of keeping it to himself, unlike his brother.

"But I'm friends with them, I think they know that I wouldn't hurt you, " Pedri replies.

I start putting the snacks in little bowls, not sure how to reply to Pedri anymore.

"Look, if you're worried about them being overly protective and hating me, don't. I can handle them."

"It's not that," I lie.

Pedri is the first relationship I've ever had. My brothers did a good job of scaring every boy away from me, up until I moved to Spain to study. I'm sure that now they'd give me a bit more freedom, but Pedri and I have been in such a good place, and our relationship is still growing. I'm just not ready for anyone else's opinions right now, especially not my brother's.

"What is it then?" Pedri asks, a feint frustration in his voice. "Are you not serious about us? Because I've made my feelings for you clear from the beginning."

"What? Of course I am," I reply, reaching out for his hand. "I am serious about us, I'm just not ready to tell them yet."

"How much longer till you are ready?" Pedri questions, pulling his hand out of mine in anger.

"What's taking so long?" My brother, Lucas, yells from the couch. Luke is only a year older than me, so the two of us have always been close. Maybe I should try telling him first before Marco.

"I was wondering the same thing," Pedri mumbles under his breath, grabbing a bowl and going to sit on the couch.

I roll my eyes at his comment and grab the other two bowls, and make my way to the rest of the boys. Fer and Marco are sitting on the couch with Luke on the floor in front of them. Pedri is sitting on the couch to the side and nudges his head to the empty seat next to him when he sees me.

I want to sit with him to help my brothers get the idea before I actually say anything. My fear gets the better of me, and I opt to sit next to Luke on the floor after handing one of the bowls to Marco.

Pedri scoffs and rolls his eyes at me, turning his attention to the TV. I feel guilty for sitting on the floor. Sitting with him is the least I could've done after making him so upset.

"Who are you supporting?" Luke asks as he nudges my arm with his.

"Spain," I reply, confused. "Don't tell me you're supporting Croatia. You've never even set foot in the country before." I add in disapproval.